The Wabbit gets a Treat

The Wabbit had been rewarded for his patience with the accursed sliding doors. Now, on the table, heaped high, was a salad that the Wabbit liked. The Wabbit had to be careful with his diet since not all leaves were good for his tummy. It was nice to be treated, thought the Wabbit. But he would not munch his leaves too quickly. That might go badly. And all around him, people bustled back and forth, while the Wabbit relaxed. "This is the life", he thought. and peered over the top of his food. What on earth were these people pointing at? The Wabbit was too inquisitive for his own good.

The Wabbit and the Sliding Doors

The Wabbit hopped into the car for a lift to some distant shops. The Wabbit thought, "Who knows what produce might be discovered?" But it was a very dull day and a very dull selection of things on sale for wabbits. So the Wabbit hopped quickly after his lift. But he had not noticed the sliding doors! The Wabbit just squeezed through in time! "That reminds me of the balcony", thought the Wabbit, "Maybe there will be something nice for the Wabbit somewhere else."

The Wabbit and the Dog with Enormous Paws

The Wabbit did not mind dogs if they were wabbit friendly. So sometimes when he hopped back into home territory, he would meet the dog with enormous paws. He always stopped to say hello and the dog would follow him, because the Wabbit knew secret ways to get in to the big house. Some dogs seemed to like getting messy and the Wabbit knew that if there was mud anywhere, this dog would find it. The Wabbit was not that concerned, although he liked to stay dry. So on a wet day, the Wabbit would sit on the steps and watch the dog. From a distance. "What are these enormous paws for?" asked the Wabbit. The dog just looked back in an enigmatic way as if he knew but wasn't going too tell

The Wabbit has a consumer Moment

The supermarket was on the Wabbit's normal route and of course, no-one ever saw the Wabbit. Even if they thought they did, he could disappear and reappear at will. So they saw him but .. they didn't really. No one ever believed them when they told their friends. If they had known the Wabbit (and how could they ?) they would realise that the Wabbit was fussy about carrots. A careful wabbit inspection of carrots would reveal the twue nature of any establishment. On this occasion, the Wabbit was not impressed. He had seen better. Not what he was used to. The Wabbit shook his head and did that thing with his leg. Then he hopped past the checkout and without looking back, he was gone.

The Wabbit makes an Enquiry

Most days, when the Wabbit hopped on his wabbit business, he would pass these wire things. The Wabbit knew quite well that wire things were for keeping wabbits in - or out. But they didn't look very effective, because the wabbit could get past without trouble. In any case, the Wabbit looked forward to a world without fences, because he was a philosophical wabbit. There was a man passing and the Wabbit shouted to the man. "Are these for keeping wabbits in or out?" The man heard him but he hurried around the corner as fast as he could go. Not everyone liked enquiring wabbits, thought the Wabbit.

Underground with the Wabbit

The Wabbit did not always hop the same route. He had been told of a strange shadow place and he was determined to visit. There was something familiar about it and the Wabbit was quite used to the gloom and the dark. But there was too much grass for such a place and the Wabbit thought it might be a twap. So he hung around. And no-one appeared, not one. The Wabbit waited a long, long time, but nothing happened. Perhaps people had forgotten about the shadow place or maybe no-one ever went in. The Wabbit made a mental note and went on his way.

The Wabbit is unsurprised

The Wabbit was not surprised by how miserable everyone looked. Things were bad and although they seemed to go on normally as normal, an air of melancholy hung over the Wabbit's neighbourhood. Even the advertisements looked miserable. The Wabbit was not naturally miserable, being a wabbit - although he could be as pawanoid as the next wabbit. And he knew that wabbits have a funny sense of humour that not everyone understands. But the Wabbit set out to smile at everyone he saw, because he thought that might cheer people up. Even if he was a bit sceptical, he would twy.

The Wabbit in the mysterious Lanes

It was some relief to the Wabbit that when he hopped out the next day, that things were just as he expected. His favourite haunt was the criss cross network of Lanes that hid behind the big houses. There were secret yards and gardens and they were not without mystewy. The Wabbit did not mind the others who also used the lanes. They were in the Wabbit's territory and not the other way around. Sometimes there was even a police car. And occasionally, people brought carrots to the Wabbit and of this the Wabbit told no-one. In the Lanes, the Wabbit liked to keep everybody happy. The Wabbit needed allies.

The Wabbit dreams of Himself

Then, all of a sudden in the dream, the Wabbit changed into a white wabbit. The Wabbit knew it was him, even though it did not look like him. He was lying in a toy shop window amongst some toys. In the dream, the Wabbit was sleeping but every so often a hand would crash the keys of a piano - and it was so loud and such a surprise that the white wabbit would wake up with a start. Then the Wabbit did wake up to find himself at home. It was good to be awake!

The Wabbit dreams about a Time Tunnel

As the Wabbit slept, he dreamed a dream of the building that the street man had pointed out. As he looked at it, the whole building wrapped around him and became a tunnel that was drawing him in. Nothing that the Wabbit could do could prevent it - although in his dream he tried to run away. In real life he could run very fast indeed, but in the dream, the pull was just too strong for him.

The Wabbit returns for Supper

The Wabbit returned hoping for a good supper. They (as the Wabbit referred to non-wabbits) were cooking risotto. The Wabbit knew a few grains of rice would not harm his tummy but a bowl would not be good for him. He would content himself with some carrots. But the smell was delicious. Then the Wabbit curled up on the carpet and fell into a hazy dream-filled sleep.

The Wabbit takes Stock

Even the Wabbit found some things a bit daunting. The Wabbit could see there was no way in to the building that was pointed out by the man in the street. He could see no door or open window and no people inside. But the Wabbit knew one thing. Although the building held answers to what had become of the shadow people, the Wabbit was aware that the shadow people hadn't always been shadows and he didn't want to become a shadow too. So the Wabbit thought it was pwudent to retrench, to sum up, to ... take stock. He shifted his position from foot to foot and puzzled. Then he hopped for home and supper. The building would still be there when he came back. Of that he was certain.

The Wabbit gets a Clue

Hopping along and thinking about a nice hay and carrot lunch, the Wabbit was suddenly surprised. It looked like ... yes it had to be. Here was the Wabbit's opportunity and he felt a little nervous. He hopped up to the man in the street and asked him straight. "Do you know what happened to the shadow people who were forced out of Castle Doom?" The man did not reply. He only shook his head. The Wabbit thought that maybe he didn't understand wabbit talk but then the man pointed at an official looking building that was behind the Wabbit. The Wabbit turned and thumped his tail and growled. When he looked back, the man was gone. But the Wabbit knew he had been given a clue.

The Wabbit falls foul of the Weather

The Wabbit was back in the street but unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse. The Wabbit did not like getting very wet because it was hard for him to get dry. The Wabbit found himself thinking about the shadow people who had been turned out of their homes. What would they do on a day like this? The Wabbit pondered for a while. He thought they must have found a place to get into the warm, away from windy draughts. The Wabbit shivered a bit at the very thought of windy draughts - and made a run for shelter.

The Wabbit gets stuck on the Balcony (again)

The Wabbit was in one of his favourite places. Fwom the balcony he could see the whole street - although he could not get down very quickly. Just sometimes, the Wabbit would get stuck on the balcony when no-one knew he was there and sometimes the window shutters were closed behind him. Then he was really stuck! It wasn't anyone's fault - just bad judgement and thoughtlessness. But when the Wabbit was stuck he thought it wasn't such a bad place to be. There was foliage and a pwetty windmill which went clack-clack and chased away the infernal wing-ed things. The Wabbit hated wing-ed things.